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There was originally only one photograph. Now there were two. Well, two halves. Incomplete. Roughly cut down the middle of the bay, neatly bisecting the bench. One was lightly discarded in a pile of "Things to do/sort."

The other was folded and refolded and bent again, then sat in a wallet. Strangely, the one that was thrown aside was the more loved. It showed regret. It showed hope. It showed Faith.

The tattered half showed bitterness, anger, loss. Odd, really as the original showed promise. Anticipation. Love. The man who captured all these strange emotions just thought they were a lovely couple, enjoying the view.

Can you know all the nuances of light when the shutter clicks? Doing a favour for a once paired set of souls, who asked you to capture their love on film. Maybe when it was caught it was lost. Where else could it have gone? No one knew.